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Shipwrecks April 2015

 

Names without bodies
On October 3rd 2013 many young people with names such as Selam (peace) or Tesfaye (my hope) left us all at the same time.
Naming our children is a way of telling the world about our hopes, our dreams, our beliefs, or about the people and things we respect. We choose meaningful names for our children, just as our parents did for us.
For years these names, and their load of flesh and blood, have left their birthplaces, going far from home, composing something like a written message, a message which has reached the threshold of the Western world. These names have defied manmade boundaries and laws, have disturbed and challenged African and European governments.
If we understand why and how these names fell so far away from their meaning, we might be able to transmit an endless message to our children and through them to their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Although the bodies they belonged to are gone, those names linger on because they have been spoken and continue to live even though they are removed from their human constraint. Deafened by a chaos of poisoned words, we can’t hear them. But those syllables are alive because they have been inscribed in the cosmos.
The film’s images give space to these names without bodies. They are meaningful names although it might be difficult for us to grasp their meaning.
It is necessary for us to count them all, name each and every one to make us aware of how many names lost their bodies on one single day, in the Mediterranean Sea.

 

My thoughts go to the young men and women in Libya. Interview with Dagmawi Yimer by Giulio Cederna

“I personally feel very sad and powerless. Those who had the luck to survive that trip, as I had, are destined to re-live those feelings over and over again, dying a bit each time. The only thing that helps me, is to believe in what little I can do”. (read more)

 

At sea, devoured by our indifference. By Igiaba Scego (in The Massachusetts Review Blog, 22.04.2015)

My father and mother came by plane to Italy.
No run-down boat for them, they had the luxury of a regularly scheduled flight.
Last century, back in the seventies, people like my parents who came from the global South still had the possibility of traveling like any other human beings. (read more)